In the dead of night, a violent crash rings out, rattling things on your walls and waking you up. Thinking a car crash happened right in front of your driveway, you go out to check, preparing for the worst.

However, nothing could have possibly prepared you for the sight of an impact crater-- and a small figure curled in on itself quivering in the middle of it. On closer inspection, it looks like a teenaged boy.

A teenaged boy with huge, downy wings coming out of his back; singed and mangled from the crash and having lost some feathers, curled up around him in some attempt to shield himself.

And he noticed your footfall.

Wide, brown eyes peek out from the pathetic protective ball he made of himself, watching the stranger’s every move, silently begging for mercy.

“H- hello?” comes a tiny, trembling voice. The boy is shaking as he tries to right himself, barely repressing winces of pain. “I- I didn’t mean to-- this shouldn’t have happened. I’m sorry.”